Your Calm Triggers Their Chaos
Your Calm — a Silver Hemisphere —
Serenely — held in Hand —
Too Still — for Souls that traffic Noise —
They cannot — understand —
A Quiet — is a Provocation —
To Spirits — bred of Storm —
Your Stillness — is an Atmosphere
They cannot — take — by Form —
They rattle — at your Equinox —
They claw — at Gentle Air —
For Peace — to them — is Foreign Speech —
And Silence — lays them bare —
Yet keep — your Temper’s Lantern — lit —
Unflickering — and True —
For Chaos — melts — in Light like that —
Though Chaos — envies — You —
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